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The Six Easy Guidelines:
- A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning.
- Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
- All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
- Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.
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- Plan a day to visit the writings of our challengers to enjoy our creations and to provide a little positive feedback.
My Submission, 200 words 🙂
“Almost down, sweetheart,” he grunted.
“Almost? You’ve been dangling there for ten minutes!”
He gulped. Darren was not a climber, but his girlfriend was. What better way to propose marriage than scaling down the steepest rock face she’d ever dragged him to, and dropping to one knee once he reached the bottom.
He wasn’t one for the outdoors, let alone putting himself in potentially life-threatening situations. He was a gamer, a geek, a nerd. Going out on a limb meant risking his avatar’s life for the chance of upgraded garb while sitting safely behind his computer. But, she lived for moments like these. As the supportive partner he was, Darren was willing to place himself in danger, just to put a smile on her face.
Another ten minutes passed, and while he was flooded with regret, she was getting impatient. “Can you hurry up, please. Why did you agree to do this, anyway?”
Giving her a snarl, he reached into his pocket, grabbed the ring box, and tossed it down. His aim was off, and it lobbed her directly in the head.
“Darren! What the hell?”
“You gonna marry me or not?” he snapped.
She smiled. “Do officiants rock climb?”